The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 109: Chapter 109
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Vivian’s POV:
“Catrina… you have to listen. It’s about Rowan… and about your son…”
My voice, a wisp of smoke and echoes, drifted through the swirling mists of the spirit realm, a desperate plea into the void.
The air here shimmered, a place where the veil between worlds thinned, where spirits lingered, tie to the living by threads of love, regret, and unfinished business.
I was trapped here, held captive by Damien’s twisted magic, my essence bound to this ethereal plane.
I’d watched Catrina grow from a spirited pup into a remarkable woman, her strength echoing my own, her heart as fierce and loyal as any Alpha’s.
Now, as I saw her cradling my grandson, tiny Lucas, the heir to the Magnus legacy, a wave of love, fierce and protective, surged through me, followed by a fear that clawed at my spirit.
Damien was growing stronger.
I could feel it in the way the air crackled with dark energy, in the chilling whispers that slithered through the spirit realm, in the growing shadows that threatened to consume even the brightest memories.
He was fueled by a darkness that chilled me to the core, a hunger for power that knew no bounds.
He wants to control everything, twist the fate of all werewolf kind to his own will.
And my son, Rowan, my brave, noble son, was caught in the crosshairs of Damien’s ambition.
Damien intended to use him, to manipulate him, to unleash a power that could shatter the fragile balance between the human and supernatural worlds.
I have to stop him.
But I was powerless here, a ghost in an ethereal plane. My only hope lay with Catrina.
She possessed a raw, untamed power, a connection to the spirit realm that even Damien feared.
I’d seen glimpses of it in her dreams, in the way she instinctively sensed danger, in the fierce protectiveness that blazed in her eyes when her loved ones were threatened.
But she was holding back, clinging to the human world, afraid to embrace the fullness of her wolf, the ancient power that flowed through her veins.
“Catrina…” I whispered again, my voice echoing through the swirling mists.
“Please… hear me. You’re the only one who can stop him. You have to believe in yourself, in your strength. You have to embrace your wolf.”
Time was running out. I could feel Damien’s grip on the spirit realm tightening, his darkness spreading like a plague, threatening to spill over into the mortal world.
I poured every ounce of my energy, my love, my desperation, into my plea, hoping, praying that Catrina would hear me, that she would heed my warning before it was too late.
Please, Catrina. For Rowan… for Lucas… for the future of our pack.
A flicker of light, a warmth that pierced the growing shadows, caught my attention. Catrina.
I could feel her presence, her essence reaching out across the veil.
She’s listening… she’s trying…
“Vivian?”
Her voice, faint but clear, echoed through the spirit realm, a fragile thread connecting us across the chasm between worlds.
“Yes, Catrina,”
I whispered, my spirit surging towards her, drawn to her light, her warmth. “It’s me. I’m here.”
“I can… I can hear you,” she said, her voice laced with wonder and a hint of fear. “But… how? Where are you?”
“I’m trapped here, Catrina,” I explained, my voice urgent, desperate.
“Damien… he’s holding me prisoner. He’s planning something terrible, something that will destroy everything.”
“Destroy everything?” Her voice trembled, echoing the fear that clawed at my own spirit.
“What do you mean? What’s he planning?”
“He wants to control the prophecy, Catrina,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“He wants to use Rowan… to unleash a power that will destroy the balance between our worlds.”
“Rowan?” Her voice sharpened, the fierce protectiveness of her wolf flaring to life.
“He won’t let him do that. Rowan is strong. He’ll fight back.”
“He is strong, Catrina,” I agreed.
“But Damien is powerful, cunning. He’s manipulating Rowan, playing on his fears, his doubts. And he’s using the pack’s resentment, their fear of you, to weaken Rowan, to make him vulnerable.”
“I won’t let him,” she said, her voice fierce.
“I won’t let him hurt Rowan, hurt our pack.”
“You can stop him, Catrina,” I urged, my spirit clinging to the fragile thread of her presence, her growing strength.
“You have a power even Damien fears. But you have to embrace it, Catrina. You have to let your wolf rise.”
“My wolf…” she whispered, her voice laced with uncertainty, with a lingering fear that echoed the doubts that had plagued her for so long.
“Yes, Catrina,” I said, my voice filled with love, with encouragement.
“Your wolf is a part of you, a source of strength, not something to be feared. She’s the key to defeating Damien, to saving Rowan, to protecting your pack. You have to trust her, Catrina. Trust yourself.”
“But how?” she asked, her voice a plea for guidance.
“Listen to your instincts, Catrina,” I urged.
“Let your wolf guide you. She knows the way. She knows the truth.”
The shadows around us deepened, Damien’s presence growing stronger, his anger a palpable force that threatened to sever the fragile connection between us.
“I have to go, Catrina,” I whispered, my voice fading, my essence flickering in the encroaching darkness.
“But remember… you are not alone. I’m with you, always. And so is your wolf. Trust her. Embrace your power.”
The connection snapped, the warmth of Catrina’s presence fading, leaving me adrift in the chilling void.
Despair threatened to consume me, but I clung to the faint glimmer of hope, the echo of Catrina’s determination, the fierceness in her voice as she vowed to protect her mate, her pack.
She can do it.
She has the strength, the courage, the love.
She will save them all.
“Catrina… you have to listen. It’s about Rowan… and about your son…”
My voice, a wisp of smoke and echoes, drifted through the swirling mists of the spirit realm, a desperate plea into the void.
The air here shimmered, a place where the veil between worlds thinned, where spirits lingered, tie to the living by threads of love, regret, and unfinished business.
I was trapped here, held captive by Damien’s twisted magic, my essence bound to this ethereal plane.
I’d watched Catrina grow from a spirited pup into a remarkable woman, her strength echoing my own, her heart as fierce and loyal as any Alpha’s.
Now, as I saw her cradling my grandson, tiny Lucas, the heir to the Magnus legacy, a wave of love, fierce and protective, surged through me, followed by a fear that clawed at my spirit.
Damien was growing stronger.
I could feel it in the way the air crackled with dark energy, in the chilling whispers that slithered through the spirit realm, in the growing shadows that threatened to consume even the brightest memories.
He was fueled by a darkness that chilled me to the core, a hunger for power that knew no bounds.
He wants to control everything, twist the fate of all werewolf kind to his own will.
And my son, Rowan, my brave, noble son, was caught in the crosshairs of Damien’s ambition.
Damien intended to use him, to manipulate him, to unleash a power that could shatter the fragile balance between the human and supernatural worlds.
I have to stop him.
But I was powerless here, a ghost in an ethereal plane. My only hope lay with Catrina.
She possessed a raw, untamed power, a connection to the spirit realm that even Damien feared.
I’d seen glimpses of it in her dreams, in the way she instinctively sensed danger, in the fierce protectiveness that blazed in her eyes when her loved ones were threatened.
But she was holding back, clinging to the human world, afraid to embrace the fullness of her wolf, the ancient power that flowed through her veins.
“Catrina…” I whispered again, my voice echoing through the swirling mists.
“Please… hear me. You’re the only one who can stop him. You have to believe in yourself, in your strength. You have to embrace your wolf.”
Time was running out. I could feel Damien’s grip on the spirit realm tightening, his darkness spreading like a plague, threatening to spill over into the mortal world.
I poured every ounce of my energy, my love, my desperation, into my plea, hoping, praying that Catrina would hear me, that she would heed my warning before it was too late.
Please, Catrina. For Rowan… for Lucas… for the future of our pack.
A flicker of light, a warmth that pierced the growing shadows, caught my attention. Catrina.
I could feel her presence, her essence reaching out across the veil.
She’s listening… she’s trying…
“Vivian?”
Her voice, faint but clear, echoed through the spirit realm, a fragile thread connecting us across the chasm between worlds.
“Yes, Catrina,”
I whispered, my spirit surging towards her, drawn to her light, her warmth. “It’s me. I’m here.”
“I can… I can hear you,” she said, her voice laced with wonder and a hint of fear. “But… how? Where are you?”
“I’m trapped here, Catrina,” I explained, my voice urgent, desperate.
“Damien… he’s holding me prisoner. He’s planning something terrible, something that will destroy everything.”
“Destroy everything?” Her voice trembled, echoing the fear that clawed at my own spirit.
“What do you mean? What’s he planning?”
“He wants to control the prophecy, Catrina,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“He wants to use Rowan… to unleash a power that will destroy the balance between our worlds.”
“Rowan?” Her voice sharpened, the fierce protectiveness of her wolf flaring to life.
“He won’t let him do that. Rowan is strong. He’ll fight back.”
“He is strong, Catrina,” I agreed.
“But Damien is powerful, cunning. He’s manipulating Rowan, playing on his fears, his doubts. And he’s using the pack’s resentment, their fear of you, to weaken Rowan, to make him vulnerable.”
“I won’t let him,” she said, her voice fierce.
“I won’t let him hurt Rowan, hurt our pack.”
“You can stop him, Catrina,” I urged, my spirit clinging to the fragile thread of her presence, her growing strength.
“You have a power even Damien fears. But you have to embrace it, Catrina. You have to let your wolf rise.”
“My wolf…” she whispered, her voice laced with uncertainty, with a lingering fear that echoed the doubts that had plagued her for so long.
“Yes, Catrina,” I said, my voice filled with love, with encouragement.
“Your wolf is a part of you, a source of strength, not something to be feared. She’s the key to defeating Damien, to saving Rowan, to protecting your pack. You have to trust her, Catrina. Trust yourself.”
“But how?” she asked, her voice a plea for guidance.
“Listen to your instincts, Catrina,” I urged.
“Let your wolf guide you. She knows the way. She knows the truth.”
The shadows around us deepened, Damien’s presence growing stronger, his anger a palpable force that threatened to sever the fragile connection between us.
“I have to go, Catrina,” I whispered, my voice fading, my essence flickering in the encroaching darkness.
“But remember… you are not alone. I’m with you, always. And so is your wolf. Trust her. Embrace your power.”
The connection snapped, the warmth of Catrina’s presence fading, leaving me adrift in the chilling void.
Despair threatened to consume me, but I clung to the faint glimmer of hope, the echo of Catrina’s determination, the fierceness in her voice as she vowed to protect her mate, her pack.
She can do it.
She has the strength, the courage, the love.
She will save them all.
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